The Chemicals are alright live. Unsubtle, predictable, likeable. Once you've seen them once that's probably enough - it's the same diminishing returns of head nodding and some admittedly impressive lights.
I don't think I've ever chosen to play any of the Basement Jaxx albums. They just sit there on my shelf, dusty and unopened. But I've a soft spot for the way they carry themselves - the word of mouth club nights around Brixton (Rooty, Inside Out) were great - a healthy chunky fusion of everything from Brazilian jazz through to Prince and filthy grime, all done with huge smiles and a heaving dancefloor. Same goes with their live show in some ways - they've actually become quite tight as a band through all that touring - the music's not exactly my bag, but at least they've tried to something other that the usual serious faced knob-twiddling and put some charismatic people up front.
I reckon the Basement Jaxx probably listen to much better, harder music at home than they play themselves. But they've got that habit of making annoyingly catchy tunes that get stuck in your head and the charts. It's difficult to entirely hate them for that.